هَذا اِبن يوسُفَ مِن بَني الدَبّاسِ قَد

رَوَّت شَآبيبُ الدُموعِ تُرابَهُ

This is the son of Yusuf from the tribe of Dabbas

The tears' streams have watered his soil

كانَ الوَحيدُ وَسارَ لَم يَترُك لَنا

ثَمَراً بِهِ يَنسى الحَزينُ مُصابَهُ

He was the only one and went on, leaving us no

Fruit by which the grieving could forget their calamity

فَاِكتُب لَهُ التاريخَ وَاِذكُر أَنَّهُ

نادى الإِلهُ خَليلَهُ فَأَجابَهُ

So write for him the date and remember that

God called His friend, so he answered